“I’m happy.” “I know you are, and I’m happy for you.” He sighs heavily. “What are you doing tonight?” “Nothing with you,” a deep voice cuts in. I jump at the sudden interruption and spin around to find Henry standing in the doorway. Even with an annoyed scowl on his face, my heart races at the sight of him. A loud, aggravated groan carries over the speaker. “I guess this conversation is over.” “It shouldn’t have started,” Henry throws back without missing a beat.
